| Oh, watch over me
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| While you choose who you’re going to be
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| Oh, watch over me
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| While you show the globe what you’re going to be
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| Ha! |
| You’re here for heroes with no distraction
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| So don’t wait, hit Quick Play and get straight to the action
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| It’s Bastion, blasting baskets of bullets at factions
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| The turret look’s back and in fashion
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| Reinhardt’ll ride hard as a hammer on a stallion
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| Chivalry’s alive, but he’s not asking if he can marry ya
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| Valiant as Pharah, human jump jet, harrier
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| Blasting a barrage with the power to sink galleons
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| Zarya singing an aria, bringing a cannon and flinging a barrier
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| Strong as a mountain, benching a thousand pounds
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| So bound to be able to carry you
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| No matter whatever you are
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| It’s rare that you’re really as hard as a gorilla in armour
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| We’ll win in an instant when Winston’s bananas
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| Wince and witness Zenyatta send out an orb
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| Of harmony, destruction or discord
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| Forged in the core of war, it’s Torbjörn
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| Watch him erect a new form of dwarf porn
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| Here’s a fun fact, out in the outback, Junkrat
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| Tick-tock, boomed and ka-boomed
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| Like the kick on this drumtrack
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| Then when you reckon this rap’s run amok
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| I’ll pull a Roadhog and drag you right back with the hook
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| Oh, watch over me
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| While you choose who you’re going to be
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| Oh, watch over me
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| While you show the globe what you’re going to be
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| Reaper sweeps through the ether while death blossoms
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| Shadow step and spank leave you with a red bottom
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| McCree’s peacekeeper seeks any head honcho
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| Put a bullet through their head
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| Like a head through a poncho, it’s high noon
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| Better ride soon if we’re to reach Korea, GG fever
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| See D. Va's mech wreak, wreck then eject careers
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| Irrespective what a reflection’s trajectory is
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| Symmetra projects technicolor retinal tears and tears
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| If you’re feeling hurty, get a heal off Mercy
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| The hippocratic pacifist, a fit bird, literally
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| We’ve heard music only makes existence richer
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| Lúcio throws the switch
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| Tones and notes composing us a picture
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| We’re all Soldier: 76 except we’ll never be ripped
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| American kids getting to grips
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| With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks
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| Tracer’ll race in the place
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| At a pace that’ll make you say you’re seeing stuff
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| Blink and you’ll miss her blink like your ping isn’t in sync
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| Cheers, love
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| Oh, watch over me
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| While you choose who you’re going to be
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| Oh, watch over me
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| While you show the globe what you’re going to be
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| Mei’s the weather woman, summon ice-age and blizzards
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| Wither as you shiver in the bitter river
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| With a bit of couldn’t give a whether you are triggered
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| And Widowmaker would have
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| Made a wicked woman in a Winnebago
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| Because her aim is homing in from far away to wherever they go
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| Hanzo, the man bow, samurai commando
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| Dragonstrike arrows, still life like a Van Gogh
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| From Kyoto to Tokyo, bringing mojo to the dojo
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| It’s Genji, chucking a hurricane of shuriken
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| Encouraging a low pose
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| You’re ducking, looking like Quasimodo, no joke
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| I’m a showboat that throws blows
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| At so-so Joe blows when I no scope
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| Dead as dodos, oh no
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| So watch over me and decide who you’re going to be
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| Oh, watch over me
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| While you choose who you’re going to be
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| Oh, watch over me
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| While you show the globe what you’re going to be
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| Oh, watch over me
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| While you choose who you’re going to be
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| Oh, watch over me
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| While you show the globe what you’re going to be |